Judge, 1912-04-20 · page 7 of 24
Judge — April 20, 1912 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains four brief humorous anecdotes typical of Judge's satirical humor: 1. **"Once More"**: A miner's underwhelming gold discovery—his partner expected butter, deflating the excitement. 2. **"An Interesting Trick"**: A nursery rhyme joke: a mouse ran up a clock belonging to a stocking (playing on "hickory dickory dock"). 3. **"A La Carte"**: A father, ignorant about dining terminology, incorrectly defines "à la carte" as eating in a lunch wagon—satirizing pretense and working-class confusion about upper-class dining. 4. **"A Rift in the Lute"**: A poem (credited to Grace Le Redfern, referencing George P. Morris) humorously pleading with a laundry to preserve a worn shirt with clumsily-sewn buttons—depicting the poor's desperate attempt to maintain minimal clothing. The page satirizes everyday working-class life, ignorance, and modest circumstances through light comedy rather than political commentary.
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A SERMON FROM THE PAST. Once More. THe miner dropped his pick and stared with bulging eyes at the yellow mass which a stroke of the implement had just laid bare. For a minute he was struck speechless. Then, like one gone mad, he gave forth a mighty shout. His mate came running from the mouth of the tunnel. “What is lessly. fold!"? yelled the other. “Pure gold! ons of it!” “Ts that all?’ exclaimed his partner disgustedly. ‘From all the hullaballoo ye were makin’, one ‘ud think ye had dug into a firkin 0” butter!"’ he cried breath- An Interesting Trick. Dickory, dickory dock! The mouse ran up the clock. How perfectly shocking! ‘Twas the clock of a stocking! Dickory, dickory, dock! Boarder (excitedly )—'*There’s a rumor afloat'’—— Mistress—‘‘ Jennie, turn off the wate~ in room four!"’ A La Carte. “Pa? asked the young hopeful, “what does dining a la carte mean?" The father did not know, but he did not wish to show his ignorance. ‘‘It mvans,"' he explained, ‘that is—er—it means eating in a lunch wagon.”” Born—‘* I wish that I was } °%* “Isn't springtime grand the sweet young thing, ‘‘It is then that Nature puts on her most gorgeous raiment, the timid violets peep through their covering of leaves, and the birds A Rift in the Lute. 2” gurgled voice their happiness in song, and— and"’— “\And the cro-cusses,"" sug- gested the sapless swain, trying to help out. Sam Lee, Spare that Shirt. (Wita apologies to George P Morris.) Laundry, spare this shirt! Make not a singie tear! Just remove the dirt, But leave the buttons there. This covered me last week; I have one more to wear. For this shirt’s life I speak— Please handle it with care. ‘Twas my own clumsy hand That sewed the buttons on; Don't tear the collar band, For then the shirt is gone. I'll pay the price you ask, The cash I'll promptly give— Be gentle at this task, And let the good shirt live. Grace Le Redfern. comicbooks.com